HYMNS 


PROPOSED    TO    BE    APPENDED    TO 


THE  CHURCH  BOOK. 


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NOTE. 

It  has  been  concluded  by  tke'Coniinittee  on  the  Church  Book 
of  the  General  Council,  in  answer  to  many  requests,  to  add 
about  fifty  hymns  as  a  supplement  to  the  present  collection  in 
that  book. 

The  hymns,  here  following,  have  been  selected  and  proposed 
for  this  purpose.  A  proof-copy  has  been  set  up,  to  give  full 
opportunity  to  examine  each  hymu.  and  to  secure  the  judg- 
ment of  those  interested,  as  to  its  fitness  for  the  purpose 
indicated. 

The  members  of  the  Church  Book  Committee,  and  all  others 
to  whom  these  pages  may  come,  are  requested  to  examine  all 
carefully,  and  to  signify  without  delay  which  or  what  parts 
of  them  are  disapproved,  or  deemed  unsatisfactory. 
Address :  Jos.  A.  Seiss, 

Chairman  of  Editorial  Committee, 

No.  1338  Spring  Garden  Street, 

Philadelphia,  Pa. 


HYMNS 

Proposed  to  be  Appended  to  the  Church  Book. 


WORSHIP  IN  GENERAL. 

1.  Du  Herrscher  Alter  Welt.  L.  M. 

MONARCH  of  all,  with  lowly  fear, 
To  Whom  Heaven's  hosts  their  voices  raise, 
E'en  earth  and  dust  Thy  bounties  share, 
Let  earth  and  dust  attempt  Thy  praise. 

Of  all,  Thou  the  Beginning  art ; 

Of  all  things,  Thou  alone  the  End ; 
On  Thee  still  fix  my  steadfast  heart ; 

To  Thee  let  all  my  actions  tend. 

Thou,  Lord,  art  Light ;  Thy  native  ray 

No  shade  or  variation  knows ; 
From  my  dark  soul  drive  clouds  away  ; 

The  brightness  of  Thy  face  disclose. 

Thou,  Lord,  art  Love  ;  and  Thy  pure  love 

Flows  forth  in  unexhausted  stream  ; 
Let  me  its  quickening  influence  prove, 

And  fill  my  heart  with  sacred  flame. 

Thou,  Lord,  art  G-ood ;  and  Thou  alone  ; 

With  eager  hope,  with  warm  desire, 
Thee  may  I  still  my  portion  own, 

To  Thee  in  every  thought  aspire. 


So  shall  my  every  power  to  Thee, 

In  love,  thanks,  praise  incessant  rise ; 

Yea,  my  whole  soul  and  flesh  shall  be 
One  holy,  living  sacrifice. 

From  J.  A.  Freylinghausen,  d.,  1739,  Moravian  Col.,  1754 


%»  Lobe  den  Herren,  den  Mochtigen  Kceaig  der  Ehren. 

PRAISE  to  the  Lord! 
The  Almighty,  the  King  of  Creation ! 
O,  my  soul,  praise  Him,  for  He  is  Thy  health  and  salva- 
tion ! 

All  ye  who  hear, 
Now  to  His  temple  draw  near, 
Join  me  in  glad  adoration. 

Praise  to  the  Lord  ! 
Who  o'er  all  things  so  wondrously  reigneth, 
Shelters  thee  under  His  wings,  yea  so  gently  sustaineth ; 
Hast  thou  not  seen 
How  thy  desires  have  been 

Granted  in  what  He  ordaineth  ? 

Praise  to  the  Lord  ! 
Who  doth  prosper  thy  work  and  defend  thee, 
Surely  His  goodness  and  mercy  here  daily  attend  thee ; 
Ponder  anew 
What  the  Almighty  can  do, 

If  with  His  love  He  befriend  thee. 

Praise  to  the  Lord  ! 
Oh,  let  all  that  is  in  me  adore  Him  ! 
All  that  hath  life  and  breath,  come  now  with  praises  be- 
fore Him ! 

Let  the  Amen 

Sound  from  His  people  again. 
Gladly  for  aye  we  adore  Him. 

J.  Xeander,  1679  ;  Tr.  Miss  C.  Winkworth. 


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3.  8,  7,  4,  7. 

PRAISE,  my  soul,  the  King  of  heaven  ; 
To  His  feet  thy  tribute  bring  ; 
Ransomed,  healed,  restored,  forgiven, 
Who  like  thee  His  praise  can  sing: 

Praise  Him,  Praise  Him, 
Praise  the  Everlasting  King. 

Praise  Him  for  His  grace  and  favor 

To  our  fathers  in  distress  ; 
Praise  Him,  still  the  same  as  ever, 

Slow  to  chide,  and  swift  to  bless  : 
Praise  Him,  Praise  Him, 

Glorious  in  His  faithfulness. 

Father-like  He  tends  and  spares  us, 

Well  our  feeble  frame  He  knows ; 
In  His  hand  He  gently  bears  us, 

Rescues  us  from  all  our  foes : 

Praise  Him,  Praise  Him, 

Widely  as  His  mercy  flows . 

Angels  in  the  height  adore  Him, 
Who  behold  Him  face  to  face  ; 
Sun  and  moon  bow  down  before  Him  ; 
Dwellers  in  all  time  and  space  : 

Praise  Him,  Praise  Him, 
Praise  with  us  the  God  of  grace. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1833. 


4. 


H ALLELUIA !  Lord,  our  voices 
Rise  in  choral  strains  to  Thee. 
Son  of  Man,  Thy  Church  rejoices 
In  her  weekly  Jubilee  ! 

Halleluia !  merc}r  beaming 

Lights  the  path  that  leads  to  God; 
Herald-lips,  Divinely  teeming,         • 

Publish  blessings  bought  with  blood. 


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Halleluia !  Saviour  hear  us  ; 

Downward  send  Thy  quickening  Dove  ; 
May  His  silver  pinions  bear  us 

To  the  realms  of  rest  and  love. 

Wm.  Henry  Havergal,  1867 . 


5.  0  dass  ich  tausend  Zungen  hatte.  9    8. 

>H  would,  my  G-od,  that  I  could  praise  Thee 
With  thousand  tongues  by  day  and  night ! 
How  many  a  song  my  lips  would  raise  Thee 
Who  orderest  all  things  here  aright. 


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0  all  ye  powers  that  He  implanted, 

Arise,  keep  silence  thus  no  more, 
Put  forth  the  strength  that  He  hath  granted, 

Your  noblest  work  is  to  adore. 

Sure  I  will  tell,  while  I  am  living, 
His  goodness  forth  with  eveiy  breath, 

And  greet  each  morning  with  thanksgiving, 
Until  my  heart  is  still  in  death. 

0  Father,  deign  Thou,  I  beseech  Thee, 

To  listen  to  my  earthly  lays  ; 
A  nobler  strain  in  heaven  shall  reach  Thee 

When  I  with  angels  hymn  Thy  praise. 

J.  Mertzer,  1704 ;    TV.  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth , 


SUNDAY. 
6.  S,  M. 

THIS  is  the  day  of  light, 
Let  there  be  light  to-day  ; 
0  Dayspring^rise  upon  our  night, 
And  chase  its  gloom  away. 


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This  is  the  day  of  rest, 

Our  failing  strength  renew  ! 

On  weary  brain  and  troubled  breast 
Shed  Thou  Thy  freshening  dew. 

This  is  the  day  of  peace, 

Thy  peace  our  spirits  fill ; 
Bid  Thou  all  ill  and  discord  cease, 

The  waves  of  strife  be  still. 

This  is  the  day  of  prayer,  - 

Let  earth  to  heavendraw  near; 

Lift  up  our  hearts  to  seek  Thee  there, 
Come  down  to  meet  us  here. 

This  is  the  first  of  days, 

Send  forth  Thy  quickening  breath, 
And  wake  dead  souls  to  love  and  praise, 

0  Vanquisher  of  death  ! 


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John  Ellerton,  1868. 


?.  7,  6s. 

day  of  rest  and  gladness ! 
0  day  of  joy  and  light ! 
0  balm  of  care  and  sadness, 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright ! 
On  Thee,  the  high  and  lowly, 

Through  ages  joined  in  tune, 
Sing  holy,  holy,  holy, 
To  GrOD  the  great  Triune  ! 

On  Thee,  at  the  Creation, 

The  light  first  had  its  birth; 
On  Thee,  for  our  salvation, 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth ; 
On  Thee  our  Lord  victorious 

The  Spirit  sent  from  heaven  ; 
And  thus  on  Thee,  most  glorious, 

A  triple  light  was  given. 


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To-day  on  weary  nations 

The  heav'nly  Manna  falls; 
To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls, 
Where  Gospel  light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams, 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 

New  graces  ever  gaining 

From  this  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest; 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 

To  Father  and  to  Son, 
The  Church  her  voice  upraises 

To  Thee,  blest  Three  in  One. 

Christopher  Wordsworth,  1862. 


8.  Hallelujah  Schdner  Morgen.  8,  7,  7,  7. 

LLELUIA !   Fairest  morning ' 


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Fairer  than  our  words  can  say  ! 
Down  we  lay  the  heavy  burden 
Of  life's  toil  and  care  to-day  ; 
While  this  morn  of  joy  and  love 
Brings  fresh  vigor  from  above. 

In  the  gladness  of  His  worship 
We  will  seek  our  joy  to-day  : 

It  is  then  we  learn  the  fullness 
Of  the  grace  for  which  we  pray, 
When  the  word  of  life  is  given, 
Like  the  Saviour's  voice  from  heaven. 

Sunday,  full  of  holy  glory! 

Sweetest  rest-day  of  the  soul ! 
Light  upon  a  world  of  darkness 

From  thy  blessed  moments  roll ! 

Holy,  happy,  heavenly  day, 

Thou  canst  charm  our  grief  away. 


—  9 


Let  the  clay  with  Thee  be  ended, 

As  with  Thee  it  has  begun ; 
And  Thy  blessing,  Lord,  be  granted. 

Till  earth's  days  and  weeks  are  done; 

That  at  last  Thy  servants  may 

Keep  eternal  Sabbath-day. 

Jonathan^Krause,  1732;  Tr.  Jane  Borthicick. 


CLOSE  OF  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 
9.  10s. 

SAVIOUR,  again  to  Thy  dear  Name  we  raise 
With  one  accord  our  parting  hymn  of  praise; 
Once  more  we  bless  Thee  ere  our  worship  cease, 
Then,  lowly  bending,  wait  Thy  word  of  Peace. 

Grant  us  Thy  peace  upon  our  homeward  way  ; 
With  Thee  begun,  with  Thee  shall  end  the  day ; 
Guard  Thou  the  lips  from  sin,  the  hearts  from  shame, 
That  in  this  house  have  called  upon  Thy  name. 

Grant  us  Thy  peace,  Lord,  thro'  the  coming  night, 
Turn  Thou  for  us  its  darkness  into  light ; 
From  harm  and  danger  keep  Thy  children  free, 
For  dark  and  light  are  both  alike  to  Thee. 

Grant  us  Thy  peace  throughout  our  earthly  life, 
Our  balm  in  sorrow,  and  our  cheer  in  strife  ; 
Then,  when  Thy  voice  shall  bid  our  conflict  cease. 
Call  us,  0  Lord,  to  Thine  eternal  peace. 

John  Meirton,  i860. 


10.  Lass  mich  Dein  sein  und  bleiben.  7,  6s. 

LET  me  be  Thine  forever, 
Thou  faithful  God  and  Lord  ; 
From  Thee  let  naught  me  sever. 
Keep  me  true  to  Thy  Word. 


11. 


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Lord,  let  my  heart  not  waver, 

But  constant  be  to  Thee  ; 
I'll  bless  Thee  for  Thy  favor 

Through  all  eternity. 

JV.  Selmckcr,  1572  ;  TV.  F.  F.  Buermeyer. 

OF  Thy  love  some  gracious  token 
Grant  us,  Lord  before  we  go  ; 
Bless  Thy  word  which  has  been  spoken  ; 
Life  and  peace  on  all  bestow. 
When  we  join  the  world  again, 
Let  our  hearts  with  Thee  remain  ; 
0  direct  us, 
And  protect  us, 
Till  we  gain  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  Thy  people  wait  no  more. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1804. 


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CHRISTMAS. 
12.  8,7,4,7. 

NGELS  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth  ! 
Ye,  who  sang  Creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  : 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King  ! 

Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 

God  with  man  is  now  residing, 
Yonder  shines  the  infant-light : 

Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King  ! 

Sages,  leave  your  contemplations. 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar  ; 
Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations. 

Ye  have  seen  His  natal  star: 
Come  and  worship, 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King ! 


13. 


—  11  — 

Saints,  before  the  altar  bending. 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending. 

In  His  Temple  shall  appear  ; 
Come  and  worship, 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King ! 

Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance, 

Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 

Mercy  calls  you  :  break  your  chains  ; 
Come  and  worship, 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King! 

James  Montgomery. 


ALL  my  heart  this  night  rejoices, 
As  I  hear,  Far  and  near, 
Sweetest  angel  voices ; 

"  Christ  is  born,"  their  choirs  are  singing, 
Till  the  air  Everywhere 
Now  with  joy  is  ringing. 

Come,  then,  let  us  hasten  yonder  ; 

Here  let  all,  Great  and  small, 
Kneel  in  awe  and  wonder, 

Love  Him  Who  with  love  is  yearning  ; 
Hail  the  star,  That  from  afar 

Bright  with  hope  is  burning. 

Ye  who  pine  in  weary  sadness, 

Weep  no  more,  For  the  door 
Now  is  found  of  gladness. 

Cling  to  Him,  for  He  will  guide  you 
Where  no  cross,  Pain  or  loss, 

Can  again  betide  you. 

Hither  come,  ye  poor  and  wretched, 

Know  His  will   Is  to  fill 
Every  hand  outstretched ; 

Here  are  riches  without  measure, 
Here  forget  All  regret, 

Fill  your  hearts  with  treasure. 


—  12 


Thee,  dear  Lord,  with  deed  I'll  cherish, 

Live  to  Thee,  And  with  Thee 
Dying,  shall  not  perish  ; 

But  shall  dwell  with  Thee  forever, 
Far  on  high,    In  the  joy 

That  can  alter  never. 

Paul  Gerhardt,  1653 ;  Tr.  Miss  Cath.  Winkworth. 


14.  Gelobet  seist  Du,  Jesu  Christ.  L.  M. 

ALL  praise  to  Thee,  eternal  Lord  ! 
Clothed  in  a  garb  of  flesh  and  blood  ; 
Choosing  a  manger  for  Thy  throne, 
While  worlds  on  worlds  are  thine  alone. 

Hallelujah. 

Once  did  the  skies  before  Thee  bow  ; 
A  Virgin's  arms  contain  Thee  now  ; 
Angels,  who  did  in  Thee  rejoice, 
Now  listen  for  Thine  infant  voice. 

Hallelujah. 

A  little  Child,  Thou  art  our  guest ; 
That  weary  ones  in  Thee  may  rest ; 
Forlorn  and  lowly  is  Thy  birth, 
That  we  may  rise  to  heaven  from  earth. 

Hallelujah. 

Thou  comest  in  the  darksome  night, 
To  make  us  children  of  the  light — 
To  make  us  in  the  realm  divine 
Like  Thine  own  angels  round  Thee  shine. 

Hallelujah. 

All  this  for  me  Thy  love  hath  done  ; 
By  this  to  Thee  our  love  is  won  ; 
By  this  we  tune  our  cheerful  lays, 
And  shout  our  thanks  in  ceaseless  praise. 

Hallelujah. 
Luther,  1523  ;  Tr.  in  Andover  Sabbath  H.  B. 


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15.  Dethimer  nu  til  Julefest.  L.  M. 

THE  happy  Christmas  comes  once  more, 
The  heavenly  G-uest  is  at  the  door. 
The  blessed  words  the  shepherds  thrill, 
The  joyous  tidings  :  Peace,  Grood-will. 

The  lowly  Saviour  meekly  lies. 
Laid  off  the  splendor  of  the  skies  ; 
No  crown  bedecks  his  forehead  fair, 
No  pearl,  nor  gem,  nor  silk  is  there. 

No  human  glory,  might  and  gold, 
The  lovely  Infant's  form  enfold  ; 
The  manger  and  the  swaddlings  poor 
Are  His,  whom  angels'  songs  adore. 

0  holy  Child,  Thy  manger  streams 
Till  earth  and  heaven  glow  with  its  beams, 
Till  midnight  noon's  bright  light  has  won, 
And  Jacob's  Star  outshines  the  sun. 

Thou  Patriarch's  joy.  Thou  Prophet's  song, 
Thou  heavenly  Day-Spring,  looked  for  long, 
Thou  Son  of  Man,  Incarnate  Word, 
Great  David's  Son,  great  David's  Lord ! 

Come,  Jesus,  glorious  heavenly  G-uest, 
Keep  Thine  own  Christmas  in  our  breast, 
Then  David's  harp  strings,  hushed  so  long, 
Shall  swell  our  Jubilee  of  song. 

Grundtvig;  Tr.  Ch.  Porterfield  Krauth,  1873. 


EPIPHANY. 
16.  11, 10s. 

BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


—  14 


(\>ld  on  His  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 

Angels  adore  Him  in  slumber  reclining, 
31aker  and  Monarch  and  Saviour  of  all. 

Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom  and  offerings  divine  ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 

Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine? 

Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  His  favor  secure  ; 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration. 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 

Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

Reginald  Heber,  1811. 


IT.  C.  M. 

thou  !  Who  by  a  star  didst  guide 
The  wise  men  on  their  way, 
Until  it  came  and  stood  beside 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay. 


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Although  by  stars  Thou  dost  not  lead 

Thy  servants  now  below, 
Thy  Holy  Spirit,  when  they  need, 

Will  show  them  how  to  go. 

Oh  yet  we  know  Thee  but  in  part; 

But  still  we  trust  Thy  word, 
That  blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart, 

For  they  shall  see  the  Lord. 

0  Saviour!  give  us,  then,  Thy  grace, 

To  make  us  pure  in  heart ; 

That  we  may  see  Thee  face  to  face 

Hereafter,  as  Thou  art. 

John  Mason  Neale. 


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IS.  7s,  8  lines. 

SONGS  of  thankfulness  and  praise, 
Jesus,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  raise, 
Manifested  by  the  star 
To  the  sages  from  afar  ; 
Branch  of  Royal  David's  stem 
In  Thy  Birth  at  Bethlehem  ; 
Anthems  be  to  Thee  addrest, 
God  in  Man  made  manifest. 


Manifest  at  Jordan's  stream, 
Prophet,  Priest  and  King  supreme  ; 
And  at  Cana  wedding-guest 
In  Thy  Godhead  manifest ; 
Manifest  in  power  Divine, 
Changing  water  into  wine  ; 
Anthems  be  to  Thee  addrest, 
God  in  Man  made  manifest. 


Manifest  in  making  whole 
Palsied  limbs  and  fainting  soul ; 
Manifest  in  valiant  fight, 
Quelling  all  the  devil's  might  ; 
Manifest  in  gracious  will, 
Ever  bringing  good  from  ill ; 
Anthems  be  to  Thee  addrest, 
God  in  Man  made  manifest. 


Grant  us  grace  to  see  Thee,  Lord, 
Mirrored  in  Thy  holy  Word ; 
May  we  imitate  Thee  now, 
And  be  pure,  as  pure  art  Thou  ; 
That  we  like  to  Thee  may  be, 
At  Thy  gveat  Epiphany  ; 
And  may  praise  Thee,  ever  blest, 
God  in  Man  made  manifest. 

Christopher  Wordsworth. 


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19.  7,  6s.     8  lines. 

ClOME  unto  Me,  ye  weary, 
1     And  I  will  give  you  rest/' 
0  blessed  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  comes  to  hearts  opprest ! 
It  tells  of  benediction. 

Of  pardon,  grace,  and  peace, 
Of  joy  that  hath  no  ending, 
Of  love  which  cannot  cease. 

"  Come  unto  Me,  ye  wanderers, 

And  I  will  give  you  light." 
0  loving  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  comes  to  cheer  the  night ! 
Our  hearts  were  filled  with  sadness. 

And  we  had  lost  our  way. 
But  Thou  hast  brought  us  gladness, 

And  songs  at  break  of  day. 

"  Come  unto  Me  ye  fainting, 

And  I  will  give  you  life. ' ' 
0  cheering  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  comes  to  aid  our  strife ! 
The  foe  is  stern  and  eager, 

The  fight  is  fierce  and  long ; 
But  Thou  hast  made  us  mighty, 

And  stronger  than  the  strong. 

11  And  whosoever  cometh, 

I  will  not  cast  him  out." 
0  welcome  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  drives  away  our  doubt, 
Which  calls  us,  very  sinners 

Unworthy  though  we  be, 
Of  love  so  free  and  boundless, 

To  come,  dear  Lord,  to  Thee. 

W.  C.  Dix,  1864. 


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THE  LLNTEN  SEASON. 

C.  M.  P. 

THOU  Who  dost  to  man  accord 
His  highest  prize,  his  best  reward  ; 
Thou  Hope  of  all  our  race  ; 

Jesus,  to  Thee  we  now  draw  near, 

Our  earnest  supplications  hear, 
Who  humbly  seek  Thy  face. 

With  self-accusing  voice  within, 
Our  conscience  tells  of  many  a  sin 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  deed  : 
0  cleanse  that  conscience  from  all  stain, 
The  penitent  restore  again, 

From  every  burden  free. 

If  Thou  reject  us,  who  shall  give 
Our  fainting  spirits  strength  to  live  ? 

'Tis  Thine  alone  to  spare  ; 
With  cleansed  hearts  to  pray  aright 
And  find  acceptance  in  Thy  sight, 

Be  this  our  lowly  prayer. 

0  blessed  Trinity,  bestow 

Thy  pardoning  grace  on  us  below, 

And  shield  us  evermore ; 
Until  within  Thy  courts  above, 
We  see  Thy  face,  and  sing  Thy  love, 

And  with  Thy  saints  adore. 

Hymns,  Ancient  and  Modern. 


21»  S  M 

.UTofthedeepIcall 

m  To  Thee,  0  Lord,  to  Thee ; 
Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  I  fall  ; 
Be  merciful  to  me. 


0 


Out  of  the  deep  I  cry, 
The  woeful  deep  of  sin, 

Of  evil  done  in  days  gone  by, 
Of  evil  now  within. 


—  18  — 

Lord,  there  is  mercy  now, 

x\s  ever  was.  with  Thee, 
Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  I  fall ; 

Be  merciful  to  me. 

if.  W.  Baker. 


22.  C.  M. 

LORD,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne, 
And  our  confessions  pour, 
Teach  us  to  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

Our  broken  spirits,  pitying,  see  ; 

True  penitence  impart ; 
Then  let  some  kindling  glance  from  Thee 

Beam  hope  upon  the  heart. 

When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

May  we  our  wills  resign  ; 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share, 

Which  is  not  wholly  Thine. 

May  faith  each  weak  petition  fill, 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies, 
And  teach  our  hearts  'tis  goodness  still 

That  grants  it,  or  denies. 

Joseph  Dacre  Carly'e,  1805. 


•23.  7s. 

LORD,  to  whom  except  to  Thee 
Shall  our  wandering  spirits  go — 
Thee  Whom  it  is  light  to  see, 
And  eternal  life  to  know  ? 

Lord,  to  whom  except  to  Thee 

Shall  we  go  when  ills  betide? 
Who,  except  Thyself,  can  be 

Hope,  and  help,  and  strength,  and  guide  ? 


19  — 


Who  can  cleanse  the  soul  from  sin, 
Hear  the  prayer,  and  seal  the  vow  ? 

Who  can  fill  the  void  within, 
Blessed  Saviour,  who  but  Thou? 

Therefore  evermore  I'll  give 

Thanks  and  praise,  my  Grod,  to  Thee  ; 
Evermore  in  Thee  I  live, 

Evermore  live  Thou  in  me. 


THE  PASSION  SEASON. 

L.  M. 

[7"E  sing  the  praise  of  Him  Who  died 
Of  Him  Who  died  upon  the  Cross ; 
The  sinner's  hope  let  men  deride, 
For  this  we  count  the  world  but  loss. 


W 


Inscribed  upon  that  Cross  we  see, 
In  shining  letters,  "  G-od  is  Love." 

He  bears  our  sins  upon  the  tree, 
He  brings  us  mercy  from  above. 

The  Cross !  it  takes  our  guilt  away, 

It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up  ; 
It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloomy  day, 

And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup. 

It  makes  the  coward  spirit  brave, 
And  nerves  the  feeble  arm  for  fight ; 

It  takes  its  terror  from  the  grave, 
And  gilds  the  bed  of  death  with  light. 

The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  woe, 
The  measure  and  the  pledge  of  love, 

The  sinners'  refuge  here  below, 

The  angels'  theme  in  heaven  above. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1820. 


S' 


—  20  — 

25.  8,  7s,  8  lines. 

I WEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  Cross  I  spend  ; 
Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 
Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood  ; 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  His  Cross  to  lie  ; 
While  I  see  Divine  compassion 

Floating  in  His  languid  eye. 
Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze  ; 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven, 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  His  feet  I'll  bathe  ; 
Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  His  death. 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go  ; 
Prove  His  wounds  each  day  more  healing, 

And  Himself  most  deeply  know. 

J.  Allen,  1757,  and  Walter  Shirley,  1774. 


26.  L.  M. 

OH,  come  and  mourn  beside  the  Cross; 
Oh,  come  ye  to  the  Saviour's  side; 
Oh,  come,  together  let  us  mourn  : — 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified ! 

Why  are  these  hearts  so  cold  and  dead, 
While  soldiers  scoff,  and  Jews  deride? 

Ah,  see  how  patiently  He  hangs! 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified  ! 


—  21  — 

Seven  times  He  spake — seven  words  of  love; 

And  all  three  hours  His  silence  cried 
For  mercy  on  the  souls  of  men  : — 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified  ! 

Saviour,  Thyself  Thou  wouldst  not  save; 

It  was  Thine  own  mire  love  that  tied 
Thee  faster  than  the  senseless  nails  :  — 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified  ! 

Oh.  break,  oh,  break,  hard  heart  of  mine, 

Thy  weak  self-love  and  guilty  pride 
Betraj^ed  and  slew  thy  God  and  King  : — 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified  ! 

Oh,  Love  of  Grod  !  Oh,  sin  of  man  ! 

On  this  dread  day  your  strength  was  tried  ; 
And  Love  at  last  hath  conquered  sin  ; 

For  Love  Himself  was  crucified  ! 

Frederick  William  Faber. 


27.  7s. 

pHIEF  of  sinners  though  I  be, 
\J    Jesus  shed  his  Blood  for  me  ; 
Died,  that  I  might  live  on  high  ; 
Lived,  that  I  might  never  die. 

Oh,  the  height  of  Jesus'  love  ! 
Higher  than  the  heavens  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  of  sea, 
Lasting  as  eternity. 

Jesus  only  can  impart 
Balm  to  heal  the  smitten  heart ; 
Peace  that  flows  from  sin  forgiven, 
Joy  that  lifts  the  soul  to  heaven. 

Chief  of  sinners  though  I  be, 
Christ  is  all  in  all  to  me  ; 
All  my  wants  to  Him  are  known, 
All  my  sorrows  are  His  own. 

William  McComb,  1849. 


29. 


H 


—  22  — 

28.  8,  7,  4,  7. 

ARK  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ! 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky. 

"It  is  finished!" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

It  is  finished  !  Oh,  what  pleasure 
Do  these  charming  words  afford  ! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  through  Christ  the  Lord. 

"It  is  finished!" 
Saints  the  dying  words  record. 

Finished,  all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  ; 
Finished,  all  that  God  had  promised  ; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe. 

"It  is  finished!" 
Saints  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

Jonathan  Evans,  1787. 


ART  thou  weary?  art  thou  languid  ? 
Art  thou  sore  distrest? 
"  Come  to  me,"  saith  One,  "  and  coming 
"Be  at  rest!" 

Hath  He  marks  to  lead  me  to  Him, 

If  He  be  my  Guide  ? 
"  In  His  feet  and  hands  are  wound-prints, 
"And  His  side/' 

Is  there  diadem,  as  Monarch, 

That  His  brow  adorns  ? 
"Yes,  a  crown,  in  verv  suretv. 

"But  of  thorns." 


—  23- 


If  I  find  Him,  if  I  follow. 
What  His  guerdon  here? 
14  Many  a  sorrow,  many  a  labor, 

"Many  a  tear." 


If  I  still  hold  closely  to  Him, 

What  hath  He  at*  last? 
11  Sorrow  vanquished,  labor  ended, 
"  Jordan  past." 


If  I  ask  Him  to  receive  me, 

Will  He  say  ma  nay  ? 
"  Not  till  earth,  and  not  till  heaven 
"  Pass  away." 


Finding,  following,  keeping,  struggling, 

Is  He  sure  to  bles«? 
"Angels,  Martyrs,  Prophets,  Virgins, 
"Answer,  'Yes.'" 
St.  Stephen,  8th  Cent. ;  Tr.  John  Mason  Neale. 


30.  8,  7,  4,  7. 

COME,  ye  souls  by  sin  afflicted, 
Bowed  with  fruitless  sorrow  down  ; 
By  the  broken  law  convicted, 

Through  the  Cross  behold  the  Crown. 

Look  to  Jesus, 
Mercy  flows  through  Him  alone. 

Blessed  are  the  eyes  that  see  Him, 
Blest  the  ears  that  hear  His  voice ; 

Blessed  are  the  souls  that  trust  Him, 
And  in  Him  alone  rejoice  ; 

His  commandments 
Then  become  their  happy  choice. 


31. 


24  — 


Sweet  as  home  to  pilgrims  weary, 

Light  to  newly  opened  eyes, 
Or  full  springs  in  deserts  dreary, 

Is  the  rest  the  Cross  supplies ; 
All  who  taste  it 

Shall  to  rest  immortal  rise. 

Take  His  easy  yoke  and  wear  it ; 

Love  will  make  obedience  sweet ; 
Christ  will  give  you  strength  to  bear  it, 
While  His  wisdom  guides  your  feet 

Safe  to  glory, 
Where  His  ransomed  people  meet. 

Joseph  Swain,  1 849. 

THY  life  was  given  for  me  ! 
Thy  Blood,  0  Lord  was  shed 
That  I  might  ransomed  be, 

And  quickened  from  the  dead. 
Thy  life  was  given  for  me  :  — 
What  have  I  given  for  Thee  ? 

Long  years  were  spent  for  me 

In  weariness  and  woe, 
That  through  eternity 

Thy  glory  I  might  know. 
Long  years  were  spent  for  me : 
Have  I  spent  one  for  Thee  ? 

Thy  Father's  home  of  light, 

Thy  rainbow-circled  Throne, 
Were  left  for  earthly  night, 

For  wanderings  sad  and  lone. 
Yea,  all  was  left  for  me  : — 
Have  I  left  aught  for  Thee? 

Thou,  Lord,  hast  borne  for  me 

More  than  my  tongue  can  tell 
Of  bitterest  agony, 

To  rescue  me  from  hell. 
Thou  surf 'red st  all  for  me  :  — 
What  have  I  borne  for  Thee? 


_  0 


'10 


And  Thou  hast  brought  to  me 

Down  from  Thy  home  above 
Salvation  full  and  free, 

Thy  pardon  and  Thy  love. 
Great  gifts  Thou  broughtest  me  : 
What  have  I  brought  to  Thee  ! 

Oh,  let  my  life  he  given, 

My  years  for  Thee  be  spent ; 
World-fetters  all  be  riven, 

And  joy  with  suffering  blent : 
To  Thee  my  all  I  bring, 
My  Saviour  and  mjT  King ! 

Frances  Ridley  Havergal, 1859. 


THE  EASTER  SEASON. 

32.  Christ  us  ist  Erstanden. 

CHRIST  the  Lord  is  risen  again  ; 
Christ  hath  broken  every  chain  ; 
Hark,  angelic  voices  cry, 
Singing  evermore  on  high, 

Alleluia ! 

He  who  gave  for  us  His  life, 
Who  for  us  endured  the  strife, 
Is  our  Paschal  Lamb  to-day  ; 
We  too  sing  for  joy,  and  say, 

Alleluia ! 

He  who  bore  all  pain  and  loss 
Comfortless  upon  the  Cross, 
Lives  in  glory  now  on  high. 
Pleads  for  us  and  hears  our  cry  : 

Alleluia ! 

He  who  slumbered  in  the  grave, 
Is  exalted  now  to  save  ; 
Now  through  Christendom  it  rings 
That  the  Lamb  is  King  of  kings, 

Alleluia ! 


26 


Thou  our  Paschal  Lamb  indeed, 
Christ,  Thy  ransomed  people  feed  ; 
Take  our  sins  and  guilt  away, 
That  we  all  may  sing  for  aye, 

Alleluia ! 

Michael  Weisse,  1531. 

33.  Hallelujah,  Christus  Lebt.  7s. 

H ALLELUIA!  Jesus  lives; 
He  is  now  the  Living  One  ; 
From  the  gloomy  house  of  death 
Forth  the  Conqueror  hath  gone. 

Jesus  lives  !  why  weepest  thou  ? 

Why  that  sad  and  frequent  sigh? 
He  Who  died  our  Brother  here, 

Lives  our  Brother  still  on  high. 

Jesus  lives !  and  thus,  my  soul, 

Life  eternal  waits  for  thee  ; 
Joined  to  Him,  thy  living  Head, 

Where  He  is,  thou  too  shalt  be. 

Charles  Bernard  Garve,  1825;  TV.  Jane  Borthwick,  1869. 

34.  C.  M.  d. 

AWAKE,  glad  soul,  awake  !  awake  ! 
Thy  Lord  hath  risen  long, 
Go  to  the  grave,  and  with  thee  take 

Both  tuneful  heart  and  song  ; 
Where  life  is  waking  all  around, 

Where  love's  sweet  voices  ring, 
The  first  bright  blossom  may  be  found 
Of  an  eternal  Spring. 

0  Love  !  which  lightens  all  distress, 

Love,  death  cannot  destroy  : 
0  Grave!  whose  very  emptiness 

To  faith  is  full  of  joy  : 
Let  but  that  Love  our  hearts  supply 

From  heaven's  exhaustless  spring, 
Then,  Grave,  where  is  thy  victory? 

And,  Death,  where  is  thy  sting? 


—  27  — 

The  shade  and  gloom  of  life  are  fled 

This  Resurrection-day  ; 
Henceforth  in  Christ  are  no  more  dead, 

The  grave  hath  no  more  prey  ; 
In  Christ  we  live,  in  Christ  we  sleep, 

In  Christ  we  waive  and  rise, 
And  the  sad  tears  death  makes  us  weep, 

He  wipes  from  all  our  eyes. 

Then  wake,  glad  heart !  awake  !  awake ! 

And  seek  Thy  risen  Lord, 
Joy  in  His  Resurrection  take, 

And  comfort  in  His  Word  ; 
And  let  thy  life,  through  all  its  ways, 

One  long  thanksgiving  be, 
Its  theme  of  joy,  its  song  of  praise, 

"  Christ  died,  and  rose  for  me." 

John  S.  B.  MomeU,  1863. 


3*».  Finita  jam  sunt  praelia. 

THE  strife  is  o'er,  the  battle  done  ! 
The  victory  of  life  is  won  ; 
The  song  of  triumph  has  begun, 
Hallelujah ! 

The  pow'rs  of  Death  have  done  their  worst, 
But  Christ  their  legions  hath  dispersed  ; 
Let  shout  of  holy  joy  outburst, 
Hallelujah ! 

The  three  sad  days  are  quickly  sped  ; 
He  rises  glorious  from  the  dead  : 
Oh,  glory  to  our  risen  Head, 
Hallelujah ! 

He  closed  the  yawning  gates  of  Hell ; 
The  bars  from  Heavn's  high  portals  fell ! 
Let  hymns  of  praise  His  triumphs  tell ! 
Hallelujah ! 


28  — 


Lord  !  by  the  stripes  which  wounded  Thee, 
From  Death's  dread  sting  Thy  servants  free, 
That  we  mav  live,  and  sing  to  Thee, 
Hallelujah ! 

TV.  Francis  Pott,  1860. 


THE  ASCENSION. 
36.  8, 7s- 

EE  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph; 
See  the  King  in  royal  state, 
Riding  on  the  clouds  His  chariot 
To  His  heavenly  palace  gate  ! 


QEE 


Hark  !  the  choir  of  angel  voices, 

Joyful  Alleluias  sing, 
And  the  portals  high  are  rifted, 

To  receive  their  heavenly  King. 

Who  is  this  that  comes  in  glory, 

With  the  trump  of  jubilee? 
Lord  of  battles,  Grod  of  armies, 

He  hath  gained  the  victory  ! 

He  Who  on  the  Cross  did  suffer, 

He  Who  from  the  grave  arose, 
He  hath  vanquished  sin  and  Satan, 

He  by  death  hath  spoiled  His  foes. 

Mow  our  heavenly  Aaron  enters, 

With  His  Blood  within  the  veil ; 
Joshua  now  is  come  to  Canaan, 

And  the  kings  before  Him  quail. 

Jesus  reigns,  adored  by  angels ; 

Man  with  G-od  is  on  the  throne ; 
Mighty  Lord,  in  Thine  Ascension, 

We  by  faith  behold  our  own. 

Christopher  Wordsworth,  1862. 


—  29  — 

3T.  •  a  M.,  d. 

THOU  art  gone  up  on  high 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
And  round  Thy  throne  unceasingly 

The  songs  of  praise  arise. 
But  we  are  lingering  here, 
With  sin  and.care  oppressed  ; 
Lord  !  send  Thy  promised  Comforter, 
And  lead  us  to  Thy  rest ! 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  ; 

But  Thou  didst  first  come  down, 
Through  earth's  most  bitter  misery 
To  pass  unto  Thy  crown  ; 
And  girt  with  griefs  and  fears 
Our  onward  course  must  be ; 
But  only  let  that  path  of  tears 
Lead  us  at  last  to  Thee  ! 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  : 
But  Thou  shaft  come  again, 
With  all  the  bright  ones  of  the  sky 
Attendant  in  Thy  train. 
0  by  Thy  saving  power 
So  make  us  live  and  die, 
That  we  may  stand  in  that  dread  hour, 
At  thy  right  hand  on  high  ! 

Emma  Leslie  Toke,  1851 . 


B 


CHRIST  GLORIFIED. 

38.  Schonster  Herr  Jesu. 

lEAUTIFUL  Saviour !     King  of  Creation  I 
Son  of  Grod  and  Son  of  man  ! 
Truly  I'd  love  Thee,     Truly  I'd  serve  Thee, 
Light  of  my  soul,  my  Joy,  my  Crown. 

Fair  are  the  meadows,     Fairer  the  woodlands, 
Robed  in  flowers  of  blooming  Spring  ; 

Jesus  is  fairer,     Jesus  is  purer; 
He  makes  our  sorrowing  spirit  sing. 


39. 


—  30  — 

Fair  is  the  sunshine,     Fairer  the  moonlight, 

Blight  the  sparkling  stars  on  high ; 
Jesus  shines  brighter,     Jesus  shines  purer, 

Than  all  the  angels  in  the  sky. 

Beautiful  Saviour  !     Lord  of  the  nations  I 

Son  of  God  and  Son  of  man  ! 
Glory  and  honor,     Praise,  adoration, 

Now  and  for  evermore  be  Thine  ! 

Hymn  of  XII.  C'edury. 


TO  Him,  Who  for  our  sins  was  slain, 
To  Him,  for  all  His  dying  pain, 
Sing  we  Hallelujah  ! 
To  Him  the  Lamb  our  sacrifice, 
Who  gave  His  soul  our  ransom  price, 
Sing  we  Hallelujah  ! 

To  Him  Who  died  that  we  might  die 
To  sin,  and  live  with  Him  on  high, 

Sing  we  Hallelujah  ! 
To  Him  Who  rose  that  we  might  rise 
And  reign  with  Him  beyond  the  skies, 

Sing  we  Hallelujah  ! 

To  Him,  Who  now  for  us  doth  plead 
And  helpeth  us  in  all  our  need, 

Sing  we  Hallelujah  ! 
To  Him  Who  doth  prepare  on  high 
Our  home  in  immortality, 

Sing  we  Hallelujah  ! 

To  Him  be  glory  evermore ; 

Ye  heavenly  hosts,  your  Lord  adore  ; 

Sing  we  Hallelujah  ! 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  most  great,  our  joy  and  boast, 

Sing  we  Hallelujah  ! 

Arthur  Frye  Rutsel,  1851. 


—  31 


40.  Gepreiset  seist  da  Jesu  Christ. 

WHEN  morning  gilds  the  skies, 
My  heart  awaking  cries, 
May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 
Alike  at  work  and  prayer, 
To  Jesus  I  repair  ; 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 


When  evil  thoughts  molest; 
With  this  I  shield  my  breast, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised 
Does  sadness  fill  my  mind  ? 
A  solace  here  I  find, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised 


The  night  becomes  as  day, 
When  from  the  heart  we  say, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 
The  powers  of  darkness  fear, 
When  this  sweet  chant  they  hear, 
May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 


In  heaven's  eternal  bliss 
The  loveliest  strain  is  this, 

Let  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 
Let  earth  and  sea,  and  sky, 
From  depth  to  height  reply, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 


Be  this,  while  life  is  mine, 
My  canticle  divine, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 
Be  this  the  eternal  song 
Down  through  the  ages  long, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 

George  Philip  Harsdorffer,  1654  ;  Tr.  Edward  Caswall,  1873. 


s- 


—  32  — 

41.  6,5,     8  lines. 

I AVIOUR,  blessed  Saviour, 
Listen  while  we  sing. 
Hearts  and  voices  raising 

Praises  to  our  King. 
All  we  have  to  offer, 

All  we  hope  to  be, 
Body,  soul,  and  spirit, 

All  we  yield  to  Thee. 


Nearer,  ever  nearer, 

Christ,  we  draw  to  Thee, 
Deep  in  adoration, 

Bending  low  the  knee  ; 
Thou  for  our  redemption 

Cam' st  on  earth  to  die  ; 
Thou,  that  we  might  follow, 

Hast  gone  up  on  high. 


Great  and  ever  greater 

Are  Thy  mercies  here. 
True  and  everlasting 

Are  the  glories  there. 
Time  will  soon  be  over, 

Toil  and  sorrow  past, 
May  we,  blessed  Saviour, 

Find  our  rest  at  last. 


Onward,  ever  onward, 

Journeying  o'er  the  road 
Worn  by  saints  before  us, 

Journeying  on  to  God  ; 
Where  in  joys  unheard  of, 

Saints  with  angels  sing, 
Never  weary  raising 

Praises  to  their  King. 

Godfrey  Thring,  1862. 


—  33  — 

4*2.  7s,  5. 

LORD  of  mercy  and  of  light ! 
Of  mankind  the  life  and  light, 
Maker,  Teacher,  Infinite ! 
Jesus,  hear  and  save ! 

Who,  when  sin's1  tremendous  doom 
Gave  creation  to  the  tomb, 
Didst  not  scorn  the  Virgin's  womb, 
Jesus,  hear  and  save  ! 

Mighty  Monarch  !  Saviour  mild  ; 
Humbled  to  a  mortal  child. 
Captive,  beaten,  bound,  reviled, 
.    Jesus,  hear  and  save  ! 

Throned  above  celestial  things, 
Borne  aloft  on  angels'  wings, 
Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings, 
Jesus,  hear  and  save ! 

Who  shall  yet  return  from  high, 
Robed  in  might  and  majesty, 
Hear  us,  help  us,  when  we  say, 
Jesus,  hear  and  save  ! 

Reginald  Heber,  1S27. 


43.  8s,  6  lines. 

JESUS,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  all, 
Hear  me,  blest  Saviour,  when  I  call ! 
Hear  me,  and  from  Thy  dwelling  place 
Pour  down  the  riches  of  Thy  grace. 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  we  Thee  adore, 
0  make  us  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

Jesus,  too  late  I  Thee  have  sought, 

How  can  I  love  Thee  as  I  ought  ? 

And  how  extol  Thy  matchless  fame, 

The  glorious  beauty  of  Thy  Name  ? 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  we  Thee  adore, 
0  make  us  love  Thee  more  and  mgre. 


—  34 


Jesus,  what  didst  Thou  find  in  me, 

That  Thou  hast  dealt  so  lovingly? 

How  great  the  joy  that  Thou  hast  brought ! 

0  !  far  exceeding  hope  or  thought ! 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  we  Thee  adore, 
0  make  us  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

Jesus,  of  Thee  shall  be  my  song  ; 

To  Thee  my  heart  and  soul  belong  ; 

All  that  I  have,  or  am,  is  Thine, 

And  Thou,  blest  Saviour,  Thou  art  mine. 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  we  Thee  adore, 
0  make  us  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

Henry  Collins,  1852. 


WHITSUNTIDE. 
44.  L.  M. 

SPIRIT  of  mercy,  truth  and  love, 
0  shed  Thine  influence  from  above, 
And  still  from  age  to  age  convey 
The  wonders  of  this  sacred  Day. 


In  every  clime,  by  every  tongue, 
Be  God's  surpassing  glory  sung  ; 
Let  all  the  listening  earth  be  taught 
The  wonders  by  our  Saviour  wrought. 

Unfailing  Comfort,  Heavenly  Guide, 
Still  o'er  Thy  Holy  Church  preside  ; 
Still  let  mankind  Thy  blessings  prove, 
Spirit  of  mercy,  truth  and  love. 

Hymns,  Ancient  and  Modern. 

45.  7s,  6  lines. 

n  RACIOUS  Spirit,  dwell  with  me  ; 
\T     I  myself  would  gracious  be, 
And  with  words  that  help  and  heal 
Would  Thy  life  in  mine  reveal. 
And  with  actions  bold  and  meek 
A^ould  for  Christ  my  Saviour  speak. 


—  35  — 

Truthful  Spirit,  dwell  with  me ; 
I  myself  would  truthful  be, 
And  with  wisdom  kind  and  clear 
Let  Thy  life  in  mine  appear, 
And  with  actions  brotherly 
Speak  my  Lord's  sincerity. 

Mighty  Spirit,  dwell  with  me  ; 
I  myself  would  mighty  be, 
Mighty  so  as  to  prevail 
Where  unaided  man  must  fail, 
Ever  by  a  mighty  hope 
Pressing  on  and  bearing  up. 

Holy  Spirit,  dwell  with  me  ; 

I  myself  would  holy  be  ; 

Separate  from  sin,  I  would 

Choose  and  cherish  all  things  good, 

And  whatever  I  can  be 

Give  to  Him,  Who  gave  to  me. 

Thomas  Take  Lynch,  1855. 


TRINITY. 


46. 

HOLY,  Holy,  Holy  !    Lord  God  Almighty! 
Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to  Thee  ; 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy  !  Merciful  and  Mighty  ! 
G-od  in  Three  Persons,  Blessed  Trinity  ! 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy  !  all  the  saints  adore  Thee, 

Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around  the  glassy  sea. 

Cherubim  and  Seraphim,  falling  down  before  Thee ; 
Which  wert,  and  art,  and  evermore  shall  be. 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy  !  though  the  darkness  hide  Thee, 
Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  Thy  glory  may  not  see, 

Only  Thou  art  holy,  there  is  none  beside  Thee, 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love  and  purity.  , 


—  36  — 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy !  Lord  God  Almighty  ! 

All  Thy  works  shall  praise  Thy  Name  in  earth  and  sky 
and  sea ; 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy  !  Merciful  and  Mighty ! 

God  in  Three  Persons,  Blessed  Trinity! 

Reginald  Heber,  1827. 

47.  8,7,4,7. 

LEAD  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us 
O'er  the  world's  tempestuous  sea  ; 
Guard  us,  guide  us,  keep  us,  feed  us, 
For  we  have  no  help  but  Thee  ; 
Yet  possessing 
Every  blessing, 
If  our  God  our  Father  be. 

Saviour  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us ; 
All  our  weakness  Thou  dost  know  ; 
Thou  didst  tread  this  earth  before  us, 
Thou  didst  feel  its  keenest  woe ; 
Lone  and  dreary, 
Faint  and  weary, 
Through  the  desert  Thou  didst  go, 

Spirit  of  our  God.  descending, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  he*avenly  joy  ; 
Love  with  every  passion  blending, 
Pleasure  that  can  never  cloy ; 
Thus  provided, 
Pardoned,  guided, 
Nothing  can  our  peace  destroy. 

Thomas  Edmeston,  1820. 


48.  8,7,4,7. 

GLORY  be  to  God  the  Father ! 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Son  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit ! 
Great  Jehovah.  Three  in  One  ! 
Glory,  glory, 
"While  eternal  ages  run. 


—  37  — 

Glory  be  to  Him  Who  loved  us, 

Washed  ns  from  each  spot  and  stain  ! 
Glory  be  to  Him  Who  bought  us, 
Made  us  kings  with  Him  to  reign  ! 
Glory,  glory, 
To  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain. 

Glory  to  the  King  of  angels  ! 

Glory  to  the  Church's  King! 
Glory  to  the  King  of  nations  ! 

Heaven  and  earth  your  praises  bring ; 
Glory,  glory, 
To  the  King  of  glory  bring. 

Glory,  blessing,  praise  eternal ! 

Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sings  ; 
Honor,  riches,  power,  dominion  ! 
Thus  its  praise  creation  brings ; 
Glory,  glory, 
Glory  to  the  King  of  kings. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1868. 


CHUECH  AND  WOKD. 
49.  7,  6s.     8  lines. 

THE  Church's  one  foundation 
Is  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord  ; 
She  is  His  new  creation 

By  water  and  the  Word  ; 
From  heaven  He  came  and  sought  her 

To  be  His  holy  Bride, 
With  His  own  blood  He  bought  her, 
And  for  her  life  He  died. 

Elect  from  every  nation, 

Yet  one  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Her  charter  of  salvation 

One  Lord,  one  Faith,  one  Birth  ; 
One  holy  Name  she  blesses, 

Partakes  one  holy  Food, 
And  to  one  Hope  she  presses, 

With  every  grace  endued. 


38  — 


Though  with  a  scornful  wonder 

Men  see  her  sore  opprest, 
By  schisms  rent  asunder, 

By  heresies  distrest, 
Yet  saints  their  watch  are  keeping, 

Their  cry  goes  up,  "  How  long  ?  " 
And  soon  the  night  of  weeping 

Shall  be  the  morn  of  song. 


Mid  toil  and  tribulation, 

And  tumult  of  her  war, 
She  waits  the  consummation 

Of  peace,  for  evermore  ; 
Till  with  the  vision  glorious 

Her  longing  eyes  are  blest, 
And  the  great  Church  victorious 

Shall  be  the  Church  at  rest. 


S.  J.  Stone,  1865. 


50.  C.  M. 

T  LOVE  the  Church,  the  holy  Church, 
1     The  Saviour's  spotless  Bride, 
And  0,  I  love  her  palaces, 
Through  all  the  world  so  wide. 


I  love  the  Church,  the  holy  Church, 
That  o'er  our  life  presides  — 

The  birth,  the  bridal,  and  the  grave, 
And  many  an  hour  besides. 


Be  mine  through  life  to  live  in  her, 

And  when  the  Lord  shall  call, 
To  die  in  her,  the  Spouse  of  Christ, 

The  Mother  of  us  all. 

A,  V.  Coxe. 


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—  39  — 

51.  7,  6s,  8  lines. 

WORD  of  God  Incarnate, 
0  Wisdom  from  on  high, 
0  Truth  unchanged,  unchanging, 

0  light  of  our  dark  sky  ; 
We  praise  Thee  for  the  radiance 
That  from  the  hallowed  page, 
A  lantern  to  our  footsteps, 
Shines  on  from  age  to  age. 

The  Church  from  her  dear  Master 

Received  the  gift  divine, 
And  still  that  light  she  liftcth 

O'er  all  the  earth  to  shine. 
It  is  the  golden  casket 

Where  gems  of  truth  are  stored  ; 
It  is  the  heaven-drawn  picture 

Of  Christ,  the  living  Word. 

It  floateth  like  a  banner 

Before  God's  host  unfurled  ; 
It  shineth  like  a  beacon 

Above  the  darkling  world  ; 
It  is  the  chart  and  compass 

That  o'er  life's  surging  sea, 
Midst  mists  and  rocks  and  quicksands, 

Still  guides,  0  Christ,  to  Thee. 

0  make  Thy  Church,  dear  Saviour, 

A  lamp  of  burnished  gold, 
To  bear  before  the  nations 

Thy  true  light  as  of  old  ; 
0  teach  Thy  wandering  pilgrims 

By  this  their  path  to  trace, 
Till,  clouds  and  darkness  ended, 

They  see  Thee  face  to  face. 

William  WalshamHow,  1865. 


—  40  — 


MORNING  AND  EVENING. 

L.  M. 

E\V  every  morning  is  the  Love 
Our  waking  and  uprising  prove  ; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power  and  thought. 


N: 


New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 

Hover  around  us  while  we  pray  ; 

New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 
New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

Old  friends,  old  scenes,  will  lovelier  be, 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each  we  see  ; 
Some  softening  gleam  of  love  and  prayer 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 

The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnish  all  we  need  to  ask, 
Room  to  deny  ourselves,  a  road 
To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 

Only,  0  Lord,  in  Thy  dear  love, 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above  ; 
And  help  us,  this  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 

John  Keble,  1827. 


53.  S.  M. 

OTILL,  still  with  Thee,  my  God, 
O     I  would  desire  to  be  ; 
By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  would  be  still  with  Thee. 


—  41  — 

With  Thee,  when  dawn  conies  in, 

And  calls  me  back  to  care  ; 
Each  day  returning,  to  begin 

With  Thee,  my  God,  in  prayer. 

With  Thee,  when  day  is  done, 

And  evening  calms  the  mind ; 
The  setting,  as  the  rising  sun, 

With  Thee,  my  heart  would  find. 

With  Thee,  in  faith,  by  faith 

Abiding,  I  would  be  ; 
By  day,  by  night,  in  life,  in  death, 

I  would  be  still  with  Thee. 

J.  D.  Burns,  1856. 


54. 


LEAD,  kindly  light,  amid  th'encircling  gloom, 
Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home ; 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
Keep  Thou  my  feet :  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene  :  one  step  enough  for  me. 

I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  Thou 

Should' st  lead  me  on  ; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path  ;  but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
I  loved  the  garish  day,  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will :  remember  not  past  years. 

So  long  Thy  pow'r  has  blest  me,  sure  it  still 

Will  lead  me  on 
O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 

The  night  is  gone, 

And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile, 

Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost  awhile. 

John  Henry  Newman,  1853. 


55. 


—  42  — 


GOD,  Who  maciest  earth  and  heaven, 
Darkness  and  light ; 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night ; 
May  Thine  Angel-guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  Thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 
This  livelong  night. 

Guard  us  waking,  guard  us  sleeping, 

And,  when  we  die, 
May  we  in  Thy  mighty  keeping 

All  peaceful  lie : 
When  the  last  dread  call  shall  wake  us, 
Do  not  Thou  our  God  forsake  us, 
But  to  reign  in  Glory  take  us 

With  Thee  on  high. 

Reginald  Heber,  1827;  2d  stanxa,  Richard  Whately,  1860. 


56.  0  Lux,  Beata  Trinitas!  L.  M. 

LIGHT,  0  Trinity  Most  Blest ! 
True  God,  Supreme  and  ever  Best : 
As  now  the  sun  of  day  departs, 
Outpour  Thy  beams  upon  our  hearts. 


0 


To  Thee,  at  Morn  our  hymns  we  raise, 
At  Evening  offer  prayer  and  praise  ; 
And  Thou  our  glorious  theme  shalt  be, 
Now  and  through  all  eternity. 

As  darkness  deepens,  Lord,  do  Thou 
A  night  of  quiet  rest  bestow  ; 
From  all  our  sins  grant  us  release, 
And  bless  us  with  Thy  perfect  peace. 

Ancient  Latin  Hymn ;  partly  translated  by  Lxdher 


s- 


—  43  — 

57.  8,  7s. 

IAVIOUR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing  ; 
Thou  canst  save,  and  Thou  canst  heal. 

Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrowpast  us  fly, 
Angel-guards  from  Tnee  surround  us  ; 

We  are  safe  if  Thou  art  nigh. 

Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  Thee  ; 
Thou  art  He  Who,  never  weary, 

Watchest  where  Thy  people  be. 

Should  swift  death  this  day  o'ertake  us, 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  heavenly  morn  awake  us, 

Clad  in  bright  and  deathless  bloom. 

James  Edmesion,  1820. 

58.  6s. 

THY  way,  not  mine,  0  Lord, 
However  dark  it  be ! 
Lead  me  by  Thine  own  hand, 
Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 

Smooth  let  it  be  or  rough, 

It  will  be  still  the  best ; 
Winding  or  straight,  it  leads 

Right  onward  to  Thy  Rest. 

I  dare  not  choose  my  lot ; 

I  would  not  if  I  might ; 
Choose  Thou  for  me,  my  God  ; 

So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

The  kingdom  that  I  seek 

Is  Thine  ;  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  Thine, 

Else  I  must  surely  stray. 


44  — 


Take  Thou  my  cup,  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 
As  best  to  Thee  may  seem 

Choose  Thou  my  good  and  ill. 

Choose  Thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health  ; 
Choose  Thou  my  cares  for  me, 
My  poverty  or  wealth. 

Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 

In  things  or  great  or  small ; 
Be  Thou  my  Guide,  my  Strength, 
My  Wisdom,  and  my  All. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1856. 


CHRIST'S  SECOND  COMING. 
59.  6s. 

ETERNAL  Father,  hear! 
Fulfill  Thy  gracious  Word  ! 
Let  Israel's  Hope  appear, 
Thy  Church  behold  her  Lord. 

How  long  shall  death  still  reign, 

And  hell  our  race  oppress  ? 
When  shall  earth  rise  again 

To  Eden's  blessedness? 

The  waves  of  ill  are  high, 

The  world  with  trouble  reels  ; 
All  lands  and  creatures  cry  : 

Lord,  speed  Thy  chariot-wheels ! 

O  let  response  be  given 

To  prayers  so  often  told  ; 
Create  new  earth  and  heaven, 

And  bring  that  Age  of  gold. 


IV 


45 


60.  8,  7,  4,  7. 

0  !  He  comes  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ; 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 
Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Jesus,  King  of  kings  shall  reign  ! 

Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  Him, 

Pierced,  and  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 
Deeply  wailing, 

Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

Those  dear  tokens  of  His  Passion 

Still  His  radiant  Body  bears, 
Cause  of  endless  exultation 

To  His  ransomed  worshippers  ; 
With  what  rapture 

Gaze  we  on  those  glorious  scars ! 

Yes,  Amen  let  all  adore  Thee  ! 

High  on  Thine  eternal  Throne  ! 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  Kingdom  for  thine  own  : 

0  come  quickly ! 
Everlasting  God,  come  down  ! 

John  Cennick,  1752,  and  M.  Madan,  1760. 


0 


61.  Wir  warten  Dein,  0  Gottes  Sohn. 

SON  of  God,  we  wait  for  Thee, 
In  love  for  Thine  appearing, 
We  know  Thou  sittest  on  the  Throne, 
And  we  Thy  Name  are  bearing. 
Who  trusts  in  Thee, 
May  joyful  be, 
And  see  Thee^  Lord,  descending, 
To  bring  us  bliss  unending. 


—  46—     . 

We  wait  for  Thee,  mid  toil  and  pain, 

In  weariness  and  sighing  ; 
But  glad  that  Thou  our  guilt  hast  borne, 
And  cancelled  it  by  dying. 
Hence,  cheerfully, 
May  we,  with  Thee, 
Take  up  our  cross,  and  bear  it, 
Till  we  relief  inherit, 

We  wait  for  Thee  ;  here  Thou  hast  won 

Our  hearts  to  hope  and  duty  ; 
But  while  our  spirits  feel  Thee  near, 
Our  eyes  would  see  Thy  beauty  ; 
We  fain  would  be 
At  rest  with  Thee, 
In  peace  and  joy  supernal, 
In  glorious  life  eternal. 

We  wait  for  Thee  ;  sure  Thou  wilt  come  ; 

The  time  is  swiftly  nearing  ; 
In  this  we  also  now  rejoice, 
And  long  for  Thine  appearing. 
0,  bliss  'twill  be 
When  Thee  we  see, 
Homeward  Thy  people  bringing, 
With  transport  and  with  singing ! 

Philipp  Frederick  Hiller,  d.  1769. 


